"Well, when you go to the bathroom, remember to call a nurse!" Mu QingHan glanced at her and turned and went out.
Xia Xingxing sat on the bed with a speechless face.
A downtown, night.
In this bustling and rich city, the neon lights at night are particularly beautiful.
In the bar, it can be said that this bar gathers all the rich people in city A. of course, some come here to "earn extra money".
Everywhere, there are low-key luxury, gorgeous lanterns, crystal clear bar, exquisite goblets, all kinds of wine, and gorgeous patterns of bartenders.
Everything is bustling.
By the bar, a woman was sitting there alone with amber liquor, drunk and filling herself cup by cup.
This woman is none other than Ling Xiaoyun.
After coming out of the hospital, she came here directly and began drinking.
As long as she thought of what mu QingHan said to her, her heart couldn't stop the pain, so she poured herself cup by cup. At this moment, only alcohol can anesthetize her.
Her appearance, her decadence and her sadness have long attracted countless men to try.
How to say, she also looks very good, and, sad woman, it's best to do things!
At this time, a man walked up with romantic eyebrows and eyes. At first glance, he was an experienced lover. He walked up, his arm leaned against the bar, his look hooked, and his eyes were determined. It seems that today, this woman is his!
"How's it going? Are you interested in a drink?" the man asked. His voice was magnetic and nice.
Hearing her words, Ling Xiaoyun turned his head and glanced coldly. A sneer came up at the corners of his mouth. He ignored it and continued to drink.
Looking at her ignored, the man was not angry. At this time, he snapped his fingers and asked the bartender for a glass of wine. Then he looked at Ling Xiaoyun, "it's boring to drink alone. Why don't I accompany you!" he said. He picked up the cup and was about to touch Ling Xiaoyun.
Looking at his cup, Ling Xiaoyun's mouth gave a sneer, "you?"
"If a woman drinks when she is sad, it's better to find someone to accompany her!" he said with a determined smile.
Sad?
At the mention of these two words, Ling Xiaoyun's face changed slightly. "Who said I was sad? What do you know?" Ling Xiaoyun suddenly shouted.
Looking at her excited look, the man confirmed his answer even more.
"Well, it's not sad. Why don't I have a drink with you?" the man said gently.
Ling Xiaoyun was a little drunk. His cheeks were red. His blurred eyes glanced at him, ignored him and continued to drink.
Looking at her proud look, the man did not give up, but also sat beside her and drank carelessly.
"It's lonely for one person to drink, but not for two!" he said to himself, but the words were told to Ling Xiaoyun.
Finally, Ling Xiaoyun turned his head, opened his eyes and looked at him, "what? Want to bubble me!?"
"Why, can't you?" the man asked. Although his eyebrows are full of romantic, what can't be denied is that he is also a very handsome man. He is not that kind of demon, exquisite handsome, but from his wildness and a trace of unruly.
Ling Xiaoyun's eyes looked at him, laughed at him randomly and said, "you're not qualified!"